The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1887-04-06

an its hard lin&a Tor poor foiks. 80 Il
=. and Mickey Mc0argsn. me husband.
that i5----"
Well, we'll, you needn't make such
noise about 1t, deprecated the police
man stridlng on.
And Mrs. Dennis smiled steaithily
under her ragged red hood.
Meanwhile, Charlie. obedieut to
orders. curled himself up under the
stairway. amid lot OF tin bath-tubs.
dlsused furniture. and invallded sauce.
pans, and went composedly TO sleep.
How long he had slept he did not
know, but the narrow stairway was
lighted up by the glare Of candle
when he woke, and y hand was on the
ragged lapeis OF his coat.
why. bless me, It's q childr
Nonsense, Nancy It's only the cat r
II tell you It's child. and he's asleep."
Another figure advanced Into the
yellow circle OF fiickerlng light thrown
by The eanale-~that Of pleasant looking
woman. with . something In her face
that made CASTLES heart stand still,
and brought the long dIsused word
" niauma" iuvoluntayiiy to his lips.
" How on earth came you here little
boyy" she asked little less astonished
than her companion had been.
Chafile glanced furtively about the
room, In vain search for ioophole OF
! escape; but there was none, aud Charlie
| had no idea OF sacrificing himself for
the sakes OF Mother 6snnls aud Nike.
MIRA. Dennis put me through the
window" he whispered, and she and
Nike are coming at eleven o'clock To
steal the spoons and things. and I'm
to unbolt the front door for EN-; and
pleesa ma am. ! never did such thing
before, and I'm so cold. and and---"
Charlie wound up his explanatory
speech With burst OF very genuine
toars, and screwed his little knuekles
tightly into hls round blue eyes.
My goodness gracious = calculated
the elder lady.
" nlcss US and save usr' shrleked
the younger.
/" It's a planned burglary" said Miss
Nancy.
" Send someone for the police y
screamed Mise Bstsey Historically.
:. Yes. sobbod little Charlie. enter
Ing heart and soul into the new cause;
get policeman 70 stand back o the
basement door an Ill op0n Il, Just as
II noihin' had happened And. oh, don't
you give me up 10 EN-. please. please,
lady, or they'll Il beat me TO death an sell
me To the doctors afterwards =
Don't be afraid, my little fellow"
said Miss Nancy, who lad been giving
some orders In hurried whisper to q
grizzled old servant-mald who had stood
staring In the background. "Come with
me. Why. how cold your hands are
No one shall harm you"
She led the sobblng, shrinking little
urchin Into a cosey parlor where the
crimson carpet and curtains seemed to
reflect rudy lights from the glowing
sea-coal fire. and the chandelier dlffused
shaded llstre through the room.
The walls were hung with soberly-
tinted old family portraits, which seemed
TO stare down upon the bewildered child
with eyes OF reproach and curiosity.
''See Nancy he Is really pretty" said
Miss Betsey, smoothing down the tangled
curly hair as she led him to the fire.
.'And only see what blue eyes he has
Poor little soul and 30 young. too--a
mere baby What Is your name, child?"
q Gharllei'
" Charlie what?"
But the child shook his head.
Only Charlle-and mamma's name
was Phmber'
At that instant, 10 his restless motions
around, the little fellow caught sight OF
a portrait hanging in Reese, hitherto
obscured from his gaze. He uttered q
cry:
{ Mamma!-that Is Charles own
mamma r
. Gracious goodness r exclaimed Miss
Nancy. trembling IN every joint; what
does this child mean? That Is our
| Phpbev'
1T Is mammal afamma's name was
PHOEBE and she had black hair Just
like that and big black eyes,
And the child, who had treasured up
that one flower OF memory In his mind
for two long years, began to sob and cry
pitlfuliy:
taken her away from mel Where Is my
mammal
Miss Betssy rose up, pale and solemn.
Z Nancy. It's q voice from the grave
/ IT'S Fbmbe come back to Us. TO put her
little childs hand In oursi We have
searched for her In vain these five years,
now her orphan child has come straight
to ny
Don't you see Gods hand IN II,
Nancy We disowned her, and sent her
away, because she would marry the man
she ioved-we never relented when we
heard she WAS left q widow. but we
incurred sud sought her long when II
was too latei
Her voice was stined by tears, but
little Charlie was held close--close TO
her heart. The ontcast babe--the little
neglected pariak, had been led by the
guiding hand OF Providence straight to
the hbme and the hesrts that were wait
ing for him.
The policemen, summoned duly by old
Margery arrived, and were put on the
watch. And when the basement door
was stealthily unbolted, Mr.. Dooley and
Mrs. Dennis walked straight into the